A/N: Brief history on this story. I usually don't do this and let the twist and turns be found by the reader, and I still am. However I want to give you background to the characters and the setting of this particular story. This is set durning the French Revolution when the Catholic church wasn't doing so hot and it had its share of revolters and supporters. I'm up for any suggestions from people if you would like to see something or for something particular to happen. I have to say up front that this is a standard Inuyasha and Kagome fic paring so no flames from Fluffy lovers please becasue he will make his appearance. Huggles Fluffy plushie I can't garuntee that I will use all ideas, but any suggestions will be gladly accepted. As always I hope you have a great day and God Bless!

Disclaimer:

Inuyasha: Go ahead spill it!

Me: No way! You can't make me! Go hug a tree or something!

Inuyasha: snorts Huh? Oh I can make ya! pulls out sword

Me: You wouldn't dare!!! cowares but unrelenting

Inuyasha: Yeah i would too, you annoying, wierd, little red headed freak of a...

Kagome: SIT!!!! Ok sorry about that! A new episode of Lost was on and I just can't get enough of it!!!! (Sorry i love LOST!!!) That's why I was late. Inuyasha you can be such a prat!

Me: Oh no! I missed it last night!!! Who died today or was eaten?!?!

Kagome: Don't worry I taped it! I didn't really pay any attention tot he plot, i was too wrped up in the Lord of the Rings character! You should probably tell them what you need too now before they get bored and leave...

Me: smiles brightly Oh yeah! Ok...so I don't own all the super fabulous Inuyasha and friends!

Inuyasha:grumbles dark threats of impalement

Kagome: SIT!!!

Me: grin evilly I don't own any of the lovely character, but I do own this story plat ad love it like my very own Inuyasha plushies!

Inuyasha: Oh dear God save us all!!!!

Dense rain clung to her ebony locks heavily as she hurriedly made her way down the crowded street clutching something small and unmoving closely. Something oddly akin to a small child. On the outside she looked nothing more than a beautiful young woman with a flowing Victorian dress of lace and frills. She was the picture of beauty and wisdom however on closer inspection that only a person with a good eye would see the pain underneath her youthful mask.

Inside however the woman was in desperate turmoil, for she could sense the creatures chasing her and she tightened her grip on the tiny bundle clutched to her bosom unconsciously.

As the crowd thinned to a desolate two or three people passing her here and there, she quickened her pace to an almost bodily jog. She seemed to clutch the still bundle as if a lifeline or precious gift. As the hours waned in the night and the sun began to fade she knew her time was ending so she sped up further. Anyone knew that no enemy would be this relentless or clever to follow as far as she had ran, however she just knew that she had to keep running to her safe haven. For she knew her enemy well.

Many would raise a skeptical eye on why she wouldn't use a simple car, taxi or subway. This young woman thought of all those for faster travel, however her life was in jeopardy and so was the safeness of her treasure she held. She knew that all the people in the city were working for him so her motto became, "trust no one"

Her once carefree soft brown eyes had become hard with worry and suspicion. Her once early twenties good looks had now been marred with slight lines of worry and dark circles that shadowed her eyes. However she concealed it all so only the slightest of her hard past would show through. She felt like a worn rug, and wondered if this was what women thirty years older than her felt like.

Her small frown of concentration began to show as she steadily pondered on her allotted destination. Her head whipped violently around as she saw a dark shadow out of the corner of her eye.

However as she hesitantly came closer a brief passing of relief flooded in her stomach as newspaper fluttered out of a steaming alley. However she broke out in a full out sprint, as a feeling of dread overwhelmed her. She knew she was less than two blocks from her destination and it was getting late. There wouldn't be much time before they surrounded her.

At that time the sky seemed to open up and cry her fears and sorrow as heavy droplets hit her beautiful face, and soaked her skin as she guarded her bundle tightly. The rain soaked through her laced dress as it clung to her, causing her to make extra effort to move as the weight slowed her movements. Her curly humid laid hair became stringy as it fell into her line of vision and caused her to almost stumble from brief blindness.

It seemed her task was getting harder and harder as she reached her safehaven, and she shed a single tear as it mixed with the hard rain when she saw the tall towering cathedral. To her this was the symbol of holiness, shelter, and hope for her.

As she climbed the steps slowly so not to trip she reached the door and knocked on its solid polished oak roughly as urgency swept over her. She could hear the yells down the street and see the oncoming lights. However her plea wasn't ignored for long as a haggard graying head poked out of a sliding panel in the door.

The nun looked older than she did by twenty years, but not quite elderly material. The secret panel, it seemed as, was about two feet long and wide, the young woman noticed this with satisfaction as she thrust the soft, damp bundle gently toward the old nun.

"My child! I do not understand! Are you injured? Do you seek refuge or help in this..." The saintly nun started in a surprised and concerned voice. It was deep with age but also warm with motherly affection that many women adopt through their years.

"There is no time! You must listen to me good woman, and holy nun! You are this child's last hope and she yours! Yes, this is a young child of only a month! This child is pure beyond any comprehension, and she holds powers I pray she never find! You must raise her here to be a nun, hidden from the world and also safe from it as well. I had no where else to turn and I knew that God never forsakes his children! So please, I beg of you! You must take her, and raise as if she was your own! I wrote a note that explains everything, for there is no time and I do not want to lead them here!"

With that she handed the stunned nun two enveloped letters from her inner pockets of her soaked lace overcoat.

"One is for you, sweet woman, to clear away the fog from this obvious insane mystery. The other is for my beloved daughter. You will know the right time to give it to her. I trust you! It should be given at a time where she is at conflict with herself and her independence. I predict she will be very strong willed." She added chuckling sadly as she recalled fond and brief memories.

"I thank you from my heart and pray to you not to tell her much about me. The less she knows the better. God bless you good nun. Please lead her in the wisdom and teachings of God. I trust you."

And with that she left the dazed nun with a quivering bundle and two thick parchments while she briskly departed down the steep steps and was enveloped in the dank fog once more.

The young mother wept softly and hard sobs racked her petite form as she walked aimlessly down the uneven road. Her salty tears mingled with the unadulterated rainwater as she turned the corner to a familiar street, already two blocks from the old Cathedral.

However she knew her time had come and she stopped abruptly and bowed her head in a silent prayer.

"Though I enter into the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for..."

She never finished her sentence as she fell to the ground instantly dead, her once lively brown eyes that had hardened slightly now empty voids. Her crimson blood puddled around her as the clear rainwater was instantly diluted as still pouring furiously. It was now washing the blood from her chest, exactly where the human heart would be. From any normal perspective it could be said to be a gunshot wound. But no one would actually see the true cause of death as a slimy tendril snaked its way back to its shadowed owner.

Slow paced footsteps could be heard faintly as a man stood over the prone body, his dark merciless eyes gazing down in disgust and dissatisfaction. But the most terrifying element of that look those eyes , and the pure hatred radiating from them. The hatred burned like fire within them as he twisted his thin, pale lips into a sadistic smile and chuckled cruelly until it was an evil howling laughter that filled the desolate flooding street.

Seventeen years later a young woman sat up panting in her bed in the middle of the night. Her blankets thrown from her thrashing and her pillow doused with damp sweat that still dotted her pale, heart-shaped face. Her wide clear blue eyes that were currently large with fear and confusion. However they were now hooded by her flowing ebony hair as she shook her head frantically from side to side, as she desperately tried to rid herself of the unnerving image .

She hugged herself tightly as that same evil howl, from what she thought was a simple nightmare, echoed through her mind and faded into the chilling fall night.

A/N: Ok folks me and my brother are here and I hope you thoroughly enjoyed this piece from my SOUL!!! There was talks of scandals and affairs with a monk, and a stunned nun being pelted with wood, but my silly little brace-face brother will now most appreciatively shut his mouth even though he was kind enough to help me edit a little and read it!!! I love u like a stunned nun Bro!!!!

Oh yeah thanks for reading!I luv u guys like Inuyasha luvs Raman (you know that saying 'like a fat kid loves cake?) LOL!!! R&R!!!!!